Originally Posted by
AcidPhosphate69
Bringing it back. I got some shit for you fools to read and give feed. This one is from the perspective of a hardcore crack head. Peep it.
Ayo, I need yayo cooked back, call it crack
I got like a 3 stack, ackdiction fact or fiction
Itchin' lickin' dried lips, burnt black fingertips
Pipe lit sight, roamin' through the night
I think I might just like, to suck dick for fix
If I gotta turn tricks, to get cook mix then shit
I'ma get my hit, dippin' dodgin' cardboard lodgin'
Hodge podge of sludged bods, homeless head nods
Leave alley, my eyes survey Sally, takin' talley
Countin' her account, back seat payment amounts
Eyes bounce to floor, lookin' for grip to stick this whore
Screwdriver..what luck, tucked inside a jacket clutched
I crutch hobbled, wobbled over cobbled sidewalk
Played the talk casually, actually Sally knew me naturally
We practically work the same street, our eyes meet
"Hey Mike, you like the weather? No rain and it might get better."
"Yeah Sal, no need for a sweater. How you do tonight with chedda?"
"I net around 20 cash, slow night for sellin' ass."
I bets that's plenty rations, so in a quick fashion
I starts slashin', grabbin' for stash an' mashin'
Fist into floozie's face, "Mike, why this late hate?"
No reply, I stabs the bitch in the eye, no second thought
Take the loot, leave the bitch layin' in thigh boots
Ducks into the dark, hoots and hollers, I got dollars
About 15 minutes passed, I grasp some blast
Pack a pipee, light inhale twist, something is wrong
Not long, I start twitchin'...shit this was from bad kitchen
Oh I'm sick and then swish, gone into dead bliss
Sad the story could end like this, but that's what you get
Fucking around with crack kiss, you die fast bitch
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